Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.